WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



telligent marabous, eagles, rollers, guinea - hens, and 

 many other birds, are perched on the bushes and trees. 



Troops of beautiful zebras may now be seen coming 

 over the rolling, hilly steppe, headed by experienced 

 guides, the older stallions. Carefully they select a spot 

 near the water, under the lee of the bank. 



With them, or soon after them, the gnus approach, 

 and here and there appear small droves of gazelles. 

 The sun is setting. The gnus and zebras have reached 

 the water. The guides sniiT the air; they scent no 

 danger. The animals now quench their thirst to their 

 hearts' content; tlie timid stragglers have come up; 

 hundreds of animals fill the brook — a unique, a won- 

 derful sight! 



They have now drunk their fill. A gust of wind from 

 the mountains, passing my stand, blows in their direc- 

 tion. The zebra stallions utter a peculiar snort. The 

 animals, as fleet as the wind, take to their heels and 

 disappear among the hills of the steppe. They are 

 hidden from my sight, but the bellowing voices of the 

 stallions still strike my ears. It has now grown fully 

 dark, and soon the beasts of prey will prowl about. 

 Therefore I had l)etter return to the camp. 



For a time silence reigns on the steppe, upon which 

 the moon is shedding her silvery light. But soon 

 sounds familiar to the hunter's ear break the stillness 

 of the night. The bellowing of the jackal and the 

 grewsome howl of the striped hyena are heard, not 



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